You knock on the door of Hyperion's chambers. "Come in, please", you can hear him call. As you enter, you see Hyperion sitting in an armchair, a large tome on his lap he's apparently been reading in. "Good evening", he greets you politely. "It's always a pleasure to see you. What can I do for you... or for my dear Exalt?" He smiles, showing you his flawless teeth, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. It never does.
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